The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage romance Capítulo 460

While Gina absolutely refused to have anything to do with Frank, Jade folded her arms before her chest as she gloated, "You have one chance, Frank Lawrence! Get down on your knees and beg, and I might consider calling on my people to help you. Otherwise, you'll die tragically."

Frank simply snorted in disdain. "I don't need your help. Also, look yourself in the mirror before you talk."

"Vain prick…" Jade was livid.

She was ready to see Frank kneel before her, begging, only for him to mock her instead!

"Cut the chatter. Time to go," the head officer barked as he led Frank out of the ward.

Frank did not resist, since he did not want to start a fight at a hospital.

If anything, he would like to see who wanted him dead.

On the other hand, Helen was panicking as she could do nothing but watch Frank being taken away.

Turning toward Jade, she pleaded in hopes that Jade would call her people to bail Frank out. "Please, Aunt Jade. You have to save Frank—he's a little stubborn, but he's a good man! He must have been framed!"

Jade, however, snorted in disdain. "You're telling me to help? You're kidding—like I said, I'll help when he comes to me begging on his knees."

"What…" Helen was dumbstruck.

Frank had already been taken away—how was he going to beg?!

-

Meanwhile, Frank was blindfolded as he was shoved in the car, which immediately sped away.

"War was already declared long ago," Quinn growled. "Drakon was one of us and my fiance. You're a dead man the moment you killed him."

Frank chuckled coolly. "There's no telling who's going to die here, actually."

Quinn was surprised Frank was still being defiant at that point but shook her head in disdain. "Haha! Don't worry—I won't kill you so soon. I'll make you suffer, and you'd wish you were dead… then, when it's time for Drakon's funeral, I'll bury you with him."

Then, turning to the black-clad man behind him, she said, "He's all yours, Burt. I'll come check on your progress tomorrow."

The man named Burt Yorkman nodded respectfully. "You have nothing to worry about, Ms. Ocean."

With that, Quinn turned to leave the room, leaving Burt alone to pick his torture tools.